For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.

Don't never participate in no bad scenes, he reminded himself; that was his motto in life.

Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in the world, a moment of responsibility existed.

The unconscious is selective, when it learns what to listen for.